Visiting my hometown after 14 years brought back the memories i didn't know existed at the back of my mind... the snow clad fields,floating gardens on Jhelum,the bitter-cold winters,the lovely summers ....the childhood pranks..
And also a painful realisation of the fact that i won't be back here for time unknown... that i would keep roaming around the world... hovering like a bee around this globe,but wont ever get the feeling of homecoming,would feel like an outsider everywhere,always... like i have,forever.
But even if given a chance,i wouldn't want to change the place of my birth...the poignantly beautiful kashmir.To have even a faint wisp of this land's fairytale enchantment within me is an endearing thought... and i wont trade it with anything...homecoming might not be whats destined for me... but the thought of my land would survive within me..like a wicker of esperance
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